​saint laurent lyrics

[Intro]
Ho, don't text me in my zone
I turn bro to a clone
Bring yo' friend, lil' ho (Yeah)
I’m that n*gga, i'on rock Vlone (Ha-ha)
I mix Ricks' up with the Chrome'
I mix Ricks' up with the stone (Ha-ha)
Told my n*gga get that bone
All these n*ggas clones (Ha-ha)
All these n*ggas some hoes
Me and my twin in the back of the Rolls'
I—

[Verse]
Hm, yuh
I love money, uh
I love money, yuh-uh
b*tch, I'm in that whip
I'm tryn' flip that car (Skrrt)
I just called the plug like, "What the f*ck you want?" (What the f*ck, what the f*ck?)
I like Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent)
I like foreign hoes (Foreign hoes), I like forеign broads (Foreign broads)
She take off hеr bra
Cut that hoe, you did her wrong
Pull up, dreads up in her thong
Stupid ho', she blow my phone
Ho, don't text me in my zone
I turn bro to a clone
Bring yo' friend, lil' ho (Yeah)
I’m that n*gga, i'on rock Vlone (Ha-ha)
I mix Ricks' up with the Chrome'
I mix Ricks' up with the stone (Ha-ha)
Told my n*gga get that bone
All these n*ggas clones (Ha-ha)
All these n*ggas some hoes
Me and my twin in the back of the Rolls'
I spent them bands on some clothes
I'm in love with the damn Roll's
In that Trackhawk, on the road
I'm in Neiman, got no coat
On my soul, can't sell my soul
I put that sh*t on my bro